Well, that’s all from BBC Television for this evening.
You see that? That’s where I was born. You know, one day, when I was a little boy, my mother she took me on her knee and she said: ‘Gaston, my son. The world is a beautiful place. You must go into it, and love everyone, not hate people. You must try and make everyone happy, and bring peace and contentment everywhere you go.’ And so… I became a waiter…
He’s just been in the Florentine Room and smeared tomato ketchup all over Raphael’s Baby Jesus.
And that’s Capricorn, is it?
Sam, we’re getting reports in from the AA that Picasso, Picasso has fallen off…he’s fallen off his bicycle on the B2127 just outside Ewhurst, trying to get a short cut through to Dorking via Gomslake and Peashall.
Don’t come here with that posh talk you nasty, stuck-up twit.
Ooh I must be in the wrong house,
We present ‘The Dull Life of a City Stockbroker’.
Sooorryyyyyy!
Here comes that wacky queen again.
You’re a very silly man and I’m not going to interview you.
Wink, wink, nudge, nudge, say no more!
Look! The dead Prince!
Mungo - Remember… never kill a customer!
There are also scenes of naked women with floppy breasts, and also at one point you can see a pair of buttocks and there’s another bit where I’ll swear you can see everything, but my friend says it’s just the way he’s holding the spear.
We’re closin’ for lunch.
Mrs. S, I can eat enormous quantifies of ice cream without being sick.
It’s only a wafer-thin mint.
All right, bring her up on two. What’s the duration reading on the oscillator?
None shall pass.